Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2002 14:04:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Training The Marine, Part 11

Here is part 11 of my story that you are posting in
"authoritarian" and military".  I have sent part 10 in
a separate post.  Please keep them separate and do not
amalgamate them, as I would like to keep your archive
in line with my hard files.

Pete

TRAINING THE MARINE - Part 11

By Pete Brown.  petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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There were even more things to do when I got back to
the office - even though I had cleared what I thought
were the truly important meetings and decisions via
video conference from the plane, you know how it is
when you get back in:  all those aides who like to
think they're indispensable just want "a few words"
with you.  So I had to control my impatience  to see
the marine, and it was a good two hours before I could
make my way down to the basement.

As I opened the door, it was good to see him kneeling
there in obeisance, but I quickly called him to his
feet.  In a way, having to spend the additional days
in the USA had been no bad thing, as I was rewarded
with the sight of his partial circumcision totally
healed - in place of the little "spout" at the end of
his flaccid cock, I could now see the cock head
clearly, and the piss slit.  But unlike in a
completely cut man, there was still a layer of
foreskin covering the flange and about half the cock
head.  I was proud that my expertise in determining
exactly how much to cut had paid such handsome
dividends - it looked just right, it was exactly the
effect I had wanted to achieve, and it gave the slave
an unusual, exotic look.

Using a precision scalpel, and allowing the wound to
dry in the air without any analgesic creams or
ointments had also paid off - I know some people
criticise me for this, and believe I could be kinder
to the slave, but I have found that "air drying" is
the best way to get scars that heal completely and
cleanly (and, anyway, leaving the slave in pain as I
had for a few hours is no bad thing - it would remind
him for the rest of his life of what I had done to
him, with him having no opportunity to protest or
agree to this modification of his most intimate body
part).

I took his cock in my hand and teased it gently,
pushing the remaining foreskin up and down to ensure
it ran freely, then erecting him to view the effect.
It is unfortunate, I know, that uncut men do tend to
have that patch of lighter skin just behind the flange
when they are erect and the foreskin is fully
retracted:  I don't think it's anything to do with the
lack of exposure to the sun - although perhaps I
should have an experiment and take an as yet uncut
slave and have him pegged out in the sun with his
foreskin held retracted and see.  But it can't be
helped, and it wasn't a particularly pronounced effect
in the marine, so the overall effect was still
extremely pleasing to the eye.

The marine was quivering with excitement at the touch
of my hand, and I know that, after several days
abstinence from sex with another man, he was now
desperate or the feel of my body against his.  He
would have been an exciting and enthusiastic fuck at
that moment, I thought, and I did for a moment
contemplate taking time out to do so.  However I was
extremely busy that day (and was still recovering form
the delights of the Russian on the plane) and so
decided to press on with my plans without this
diversion.

I opened the door to the chamber, and told my jeweller
that he could enter.  He had all his apparatus with
him, and the trolley containing the machine he used
and the trays of ornaments was pulled by a pleasingly
muscular slave - he was a walking advertisement for
the jeweller, having rings in and on every conceivable
part of his naked, black body (I suppose the jeweller
had chosen a black - and a very black one at that,
almost as black as coal, of the type you usually only
get from North Africa, not like the ones from the USA
or West Indies where the colour has been diluted by
interbreeding with whites over the years - as the skin
colour made the various adornments contrast well).
The slave was totally shaved, and his skin gleamed
under the adornments with that dull sheen you only get
when a slave is regularly polished with oil - not
slick and glossy, but more burnished, I suppose one
would say.

"Start with the ankles, and I will decide as we go
along where to stop!", I commanded.

The jeweller busied himself opening the various trays
of adornments, and got out a series of ankle rings for
my inspection.  I wanted one about two inches tall -
any less and they can look a trifle effeminate on a
long-legged muscular slave - and thick:  the
additional weight the slave then has to carry as he
takes each step does in fact help in keeping his
calves and thighs in good shape.  However there was a
potential problem - the jeweller had mostly gold
ornaments in his stock, as this is what most masters
prefer.  After all, when you have spend possibly
hundreds of thousands of dollars on a prime body
slave, you don't object to a further few tens of
thousands of dollars of gold to adorn him (and you
wouldn't bother to adorn mere field slaves in this way
- the standard neck collar so that they can be chained
together is all that is necessary).  Gold is a good
choice anyway, as it is usually tolerated well by most
slaves - if you use copper, or brass, some slaves'
skins can have an allergic reaction.  And I think I've
often noticed faint dirty marks under copper rings,
where the stuff rubs away and discolours the skin.

Gold was however not suitable for this slave.  My new
Jacuzzi, sauna and shower complex attached to my
private gymnasium is aggressively "high tech" - I had
one of those very modern "minimalist" architects fly
in to supervise the work, and it's a triumph of
sandblasted glass, highly polished pure white marble,
and stainless steel.  Gold would be quite out of place
on the slave who needs to complement this elegance,
and so I wanted him adorned with stainless steel
rings.

Fortunately for the jeweller, however, he did have two
of the correct size lurking somewhere in his kit.  I
know it's difficult to discipline these free artisans
properly, as you can't order them to be whipped as you
would a slave who had forgotten something and
displeased his master.  Personally, I just withhold
their fees as that hurts them probably more than any
physical punishment - but last year one dared to send
me a demand for payment, after I had told him that I
did not intend to pay.  When he started proceedings
for debt recovery - and it was for only a few thousand
dollars - I had to have him enslaved to show my peers
that I was not going to be held up to ridicule by a
mere worker.   It actually cost me more than the bill
- the enslavers charge heavily to take a free man, and
he was in his mid forties and somewhat scrawny so I
could only sell him to the mines, and they never pay
well.

Fitting the rings is quite quick - I've mentioned to
you before the benefits of super glue, and the
jeweller uses this, too.  As well as the height of the
ring, you have to have one of the right size to fit
around the ankle, and it comes opened out so that it
can be forced on over he slave's skin.  The jeweller
then glues the two open edges, and then closes the
ring so that they are pushed together and bond
immovably.  That's where his apparatus comes in, and
why you need to employ him in the first place as
anyone could do the operation up to this point:  he
has to select a "die" of the correct size, and fit it
into his machine which is similar to a press.   The
limb with the open ring around it is then put into the
"die", and the slave pulls the large lever on top of
the machine.  If all has been chosen correctly, the
"die" squeezes the thick metal of the ring back to its
proper shape, with the edges properly aligned, and the
thing is then permanently around the slave.

My jeweller is an expert, and his set of "dies" is
fairly comprehensive.  You can get it done cheaper, I
know, but I've looked at some of the rings fitted by
others - to save money, their "dies" are all circular,
and most human limbs are not that shape.  Particularly
if you are considering wrist rings, I think it's
important that the ring mimics the shape of the lower
arm which is more of an oval, so the ring won't rotate
as if it were a bracelet.  You need a lot more dies to
accommodate this need for non-circular shapes, and I
suppose they all cost money.

Actually, with this slave I had decided not to go for
wrist rings - I was expecting to enjoy a lot of action
from his hands, and I find that interfering with the
free movement of them by the use of heavy wrist
adornments can somewhat spoil the pleasure.  Instead,
I had decided to give him arm bands, fixed above his
biceps.

You see a lot of these in those gay magazines on the
muscular studs they feature.  They're usually in
leather, and they do emphasise the shape of the biceps
most pleasingly as they hold the flesh tight just
above them and below the shoulder.  Leather is not a
suitable material for a slave who is going to wear
them permanently, of course, as it gets unpleasant
when soaked in sweat.  And bear in mind that my slave
was going to spend a lot of time in hot, moist
conditions anyway.

The rings I selected for my slave's upper arms were
quite wide -3" - but I did not require the thickness
of the ankle rings - the objective is to emphasise the
muscles, not to add weight as such.  You also need to
think about the slave's development - there's usually
little change in the size of the muscles above the
ankle once a slave is relatively well trained, but if
you give the slave new duties that require extensive
use of the arms, or if you take him off such duties,
the biceps can change size appreciably and a ring
above them can quickly become much too tight, or much
too loose.  So you need to keep a careful eye on it!

As soon as they were fitted, I got the marine to stand
back a few feet from me so I could see the overall
effect so far.   It is better to have the wrists and
ankles both done, as somehow this looks more
symmetric, but by having the wider bands around the
upper arms, I thought I had achieved a reasonable
balance in the circumstances.  What was immediately
apparent, however, was that the heavy gold rings I
myself had fitted to the slave's nipples were totally
inappropriate now!  I don't often slip up and pride
myself on thinking ahead, but on this occasion in the
excitement of piercing the slave's nipples I had
forgotten his ultimate intended purpose.

As they were only gold, it wasn't much of a problem
for the jeweller to take a pair of secateur-like
shears and cut through them -  it would have been far
more difficult if these had been hard steel.  He had
to do this very close to the nipple, of course, as
even with a large opening in the ring the actual flesh
of the slave had only been given a narrow piercing for
the reasons I explained to you earlier, and the ring
could not be simply slid free when cut open.  I saw
the slave flinch as the cold metal of the shears
touched his nipple, but all was achieved without
damage.  I had got used to seeing the slave with the
rings in, and somehow he looked "naked" without them!
I of course took the opportunity to examine the
piercing minutely, to ensure it had healed totally all
through the nipple and there was no infection trapped
inside when the two large ends of the ring wee clamped
together.  The jeweller loaned me a small probe to do
this - one of those stainless steel wires on the end
of a short handle, like my dentist uses when his is
torturing me by poking around for signs of decay
during my regular check ups.  The slave started to
move and shift as I poked the wire through the
piercing and pulled it in and out looking for any
traces of incipient problems - I had to speak quite
sharply to him to tell him to hold still - it can't
have been that painful, as by now he ought to have
been used to having his nipples constantly under
pressure from those heavy rings.

The jeweller then installed stainless steel rings, to
the same design as the gold ones, and I could again
inspect the slave for general overall appearance.

Normally I have a thick, high collar around such
slaves' necks - the weight is a constant reminder of
their servitude, and the height prevents them from
moving their head quickly, or allowing it to move up
and down.  For this slave however I intended his neck
to be free, as I like stroking the strong sinewy
muscles in a slave's neck when we're playing, and it's
also good to bite into the soft flesh there at the
height of your passion.  So what more was to be done,
apart from the obvious?  I'd ruled out rings in the
ears, as I also like to nibble and bite those.  I
don't like the tongue pierced as sometimes an
inattentive slave can let it catch on your teeth when
you are deep kissing.

Large nose rings are good for reminding the salve of
the utter humility of his station, and they're also
useful for holding him down on caning benches and the
like - just a very small padlock through a nose ring
holds the slave more securely than quite a large
volume of ties and chains. However for slaves like
this there are disadvantages, the prime one being that
when you want the slave to rim you deeply, they can be
inhibited from getting their tongue as far up you as
possible by the pain from a ring in the nose
preventing them pushing it as far between your ass
cheeks as they should.  There are a lot of other
piercing shown in illustrations on the web, and some
of my peers have had them fitted to their slaves - but
I personally don't like rings through the eyebrows, or
lips, and I think rings through the navel are
something of a gimmick - after all, they prevent your
tongue pushing in to it and you are deprived of that
ability to make the slave squirm and wriggle as you
inflict a mild sensual torture on him.

So that only left his genital ornamentation, and for
me, there' s only one choice possible in a case like
the marine's.  You really can't go for studs and rings
in the cock and balls, as you want to fondle and play
with those, and I prefer smooth flesh under my hands
or lips.  And at the same time you want to turn the
slave from the "above average" into the "exceptional".
 So I had decided on a cinch banding - a thick ring
fixed around the root of both the cock and the balls,
so that they are forced up and away from the body all
the time - with a suitably thick ring, the slave looks
as if he is almost permanently erect as his genitals
are thrust outwards provocatively in front of him.

Because the slave had a long cock and very low-hanging
balls, it was possible to use a one and a half inch
ring, I decided.  The diameter is critical, as too
loose and the genitals are not thrust out
sufficiently, and too tight and the blood flow to them
is inhibited.

Telling the slave to sit down on a high chair, the
jeweller took an implement that looked like the top
half of a funnel, but opened out, and put it around
the marine's apparatus so that the open end of the
funnel was away from his body and the narrow part was
around the root of his genitals.  The jeweller then
closed the funnel back into a cone shape, and then
pulled forward on it.

The marine's cock and balls were trapped inside the
funnel, and as the jeweller pulled, the root of the
cock and balls was exposed, and as the jeweller
continued to pull, the exposed area got longer and
longer.  When he was satisfied he had stretched and
exposed enough, he got his black slave to come and
hold the funnel so that there was no relaxation.  Then
 he used callipers to get the root diameter
accurately, rummaged in his sets of rings to find the
appropriate one, and slipped it on.  A few drops of
glue, and then a complicated manoeuvre began to get
the funnel, cock and balls on one side of the
squeezing press and the slave's body on the other
side, so that the full force of the press could be
used to bend the ring into a perfect circle and allow
the glue to seal it there.

It was done!  The naked marine could stand in front of
me in the full beauty of his adorned body - the heavy
ankle rings, his biceps puffed up by the large bands
above them, his nipples again weighed down, but this
time with shiny stainless steel, and his cock and
balls thrust out in front of him, simply begging to be
fondled and manipulated!

I dismissed the jeweller and his slave, and told the
marine to go and look at himself in the full length
mirror I kept by the side of the door so that I could
ensure my own clothing was properly arranged when I
left the chamber.  It was amusing to see that even the
few steps needed to cross towards the mirror caused
him to notice the effect of his new genital cinch band
- with the whole of your cock and balls thrusting out
in front of you, the balance of your body is altered.
He had got used to walking and exercising totally
naked and feeling the rhythm of his movements
reflected in the motions of his cock and ball sac, and
now it was totally different - they were effectively
much less fluid, and he would have to get used to this
new feeling.

He stood in front of the mirror, and for a few moments
simply stood there.  Then he did those things you
would expect - flexed his biceps to see the effect of
the bands there, and turned into half-profile to
observe the extent to which his cock and balls were
now thrusting out from his body.

"So, slave, you are now ready to take up your new
position.  Do you not think that I have had your body
enhanced, and that you are now something that all men
will stare at and marvel about?"

To my astonishment, the marine looked as if he was
going to break down.  I saw his shoulders heave as if
in despair.

"Master.... Master....  I know you commanded this to
be done, but I hate it.  I know I'm no longer a
marine, as you have told me that so many times.  But
now I am not even a man - I am just like some sort of
animal that you have had decorated to satisfy a whim.
You have shaved me, trimmed my foreskin, and now had
these metal bands fitted - I am no longer a man, I am
some sort of freak animal that you have prepared...."

"Exactly so, slave!  You have at last realised your
true position.  Although you said you understood that
you were a slave, this needed this to be done to your
body to make you realise that it is totally in my
control.  I say what will happen to you.  I decide if
you will have a foreskin or not - and you must know
that this power extends to my control of your balls,
too. And I decide if you will were body ornaments, and
if so, where they will be placed."

"It is completely unimportant whether you like them or
not - they please me, and that is the only point at
issue here.  However as your life as a slave
progresses, you will begin to understand what a
singular mark of my favour your body has received:
you do indeed have a good body, and a well
proportioned and pleasing cock.  But in my town house,
and especially out on my estate, there are any number
of handsome slaves with equally good bodies and
equally pleasing cocks, and if I were to have you all
collected together, it would be difficult to
distinguish between you.  Now, however, you truly
stand out - everyone, both masters and slaves, can
tell that I have lavished care and attention on you.
When you enter a room, all eyes will turn and look at
you, rather than any other slave.  You will be able to
display your body to please my guests, and they will
understand what an excellent master you have."

"Now, enough of this nonsense!  It's time for you to
leave this chamber as you are fully prepared for your
new job, and I am anxious to get home and see you
displayed in your proper setting.  Follow me!"

I strode out, and the slave had to follow me - I could
hear his naked feet making those little "slap, slap"
sounds on the concrete floor of the corridor.  We took
the elevator up to the garage, and when he saw the
small crowd of my PAs, aides and servants waiting by
my car, the slave almost stopped.  Even under the
fluorescent lights I could tell he was blushing all
over, and his hands, almost involuntarily, moved to
try to shield his genitals from the gaze o those
around.  As you know, if for any reason you have even
felt the need to conceal yourself from other men
(although why a man ever needs to do this I just don't
understand), it's almost impossible to cover your cock
and balls with your hands - at least if you have an at
least above average endownment.  You always end up
looking ridiculous, as you have to hunch your
shoulders slightly to get the hands low enough, and
the "pouch" you make with your cupped hands is so
clearly shaming!  Wearing his cinch erector ring, the
marine should have known that the previously difficult
and ridiculous was now impossible - there was no way
he could get his hands to cover the cock thrusting out
almost perpendicular from his body!

So the men had two things to stare at - as expected,
they certainly wanted to see my new toy, but now they
had this slave acting in a most comical way.  There
was polite laughter, and I could see the marine blush
even deeper.  For a moment I thought he was going to
say something, or even run away, but his training held
and he just stood there, an absolute picture of
misery.

"Into the trunk, slave, and be quick about it", I
commanded.  That's the way I usually transport slaves
on short journeys - there's enough air conditioned air
escaping in to the trunk from the passenger
compartment that it's not completely impossible for
the slave, and of course it actually does not matter
if they sweat profusely as they're always naked and so
there's no risk of damage to their clothing!

As he climbed in, one foot was for a moment in the
trunk and the other on the ground.  The slave's back
was towards me, and usually one would be rewarded with
that pleasant sight of the rear view of the balls
hanging down between the thighs - I always like this,
as somehow they always seem to hang lower in their sac
 than they do when viewed from the front.  And if
there' s movement, you can see them swing most
pleasingly.  Taking a step up, as the slave was, you
would even expect to  see them bang gently into a
thigh. However the cinch erector ring, whilst doing
wonders for the sight of the cock and balls from the
front or sides, completely spoiled this as his balls
were no longer hanging down, swinging freely.  Oh
well, a small price to pay, on the whole, as you spend
more time viewing the slave from the front as from
anywhere else.

Just a he was curling himself into a foetal ball
before the lid was slammed down, I changed my mind and
told the slave to get in the passenger compartment
beside me, got in myself, and told the chauffeur to
head towards my town house.  The slave was peering
intently out of the windows as we went up the ramp out
of the garage, taking in all the sights of our city.
I think he was concerned that pedestrians and other
drivers might look in at him, but of course I have the
windows treated so that this is impossible - I value
my privacy!

"Relax and enjoy the view, slave", I said to him
conversationally.  "This may be the only time you are
ever free to look at the city as we go through it - he
next time you may be caged in a transit case, or
herded with a whole crew of others in a mass slave
transporter."

He leaned back, and I could hear that little "wet"
noise as his sweat-soaked back went into the soft hide
of the rear seat.  Personally I don't like leather car
seats, even thought I drive clothed, but I am forced
to have them in most of my cars for occasions such as
this - the slave had sweated so much in the garage
that he would have left a stain on fabric seats.

I thought it would be good to let him see the city -
after so long a confinement, I wanted to reintroduce
him to things that had previously been familiar.  At
the same time, sitting inside a luxurious car, naked
and ringed, watching the world go by, his own new
position would be re-emphasised.    As he sat back in
the seat I said to him

"See, you have already experienced one benefit of your
cinch erector ring - you were able to sit down without
worry!  Slaves with low-hanging balls like yours often
forget, in the first few weeks of their slavery, that
they no longer have undergarments to support them.
Consequently when they sit down, they can find their
balls painfully trapped between their thighs and the
chair.  But with that cinch ring, this danger is
eliminated as the balls are brought forwards and
outwards."

I leaned over slightly and fondled the slave's cock -
it was semi-hard when I touched it, but sprang
satisfactorily to a full erection after a moment.

"Excellent!", I complimented him.  "You will find that
you are mostly semi-erect from now on, as there is
some constriction of the blood supply.  And you will
find that the regular erections all men have
throughout the day will last much longer, and be much
harder.  Also at the slightest provocation, such as my
fingers now, you will become erect much more quickly.
The whole idea of that cinch erector ring is that your
cock becomes much more prominent, and makes its
presence felt far more - that's also the reason why I
trimmed your foreskin, as my guests and I deserve to
be able to see the cock head and piss slit at all
times."

"I bought you as a slave as a 'show object' - an
expensive piece of male flesh to delight my guests'
eyes, and to show them that I am an extremely wealthy
man who can easily afford such pleasures.  All these
modifications that I have had done for you are
designed to enhance that role, and I am extremely
angry that you do not appreciate them.  However, as I
said earlier, it does not matter anyway, as I control
you totally because you belong to me."

It's only  a few minutes drive from my office to my
town house, and we swept into the courtyard and the
slaves closed the heavy solid wooden gates behind the
car.  My town house is built like so many of the
lesser palaces from the last century - the house
itself has no windows to the surrounding streets, and
the garden at the front is surrounded by a high wall
with only the massive entrance gates to allow access.
The principal rooms of the house all look out into
enclosed courtyards, with pools and fountains that
were designed to help make the oppressive summer heat
more bearable by providing the tinkle and play of
water.  As we know, this was of course a stupid thing
to do - in the very hot summer air, it's bearable
providing the relative humidity is low, and on the
edge of the desert this is always so.  But adding
water increases the humidity, and makes the
temperature less bearable!  However the fountains are
a pleasant feature, and when I had the air
conditioning installed five years ago it no longer
mattered about hteir humidifying effect as the whole
house is now comfortable all the year around.  I was a
pioneer of the use of outdoor air conditioning, as
even the exposed courtyards remain delightfully cool -
after all, it can easily be achieved if you are just
prepared to spend money on the running costs, and that
is no problem to me.

The naked slaves find the temperature a little on the
low side, as it is of course set to be comfortable to
my guests and I and we are mostly clothed. Although
you do notice that the slaves quickly adapt, a new
slave feels cold at first, and my marine is no
exception.  As he padded along on his bare feet with
me across the various outer rooms and their
courtyards, I saw the hair on his body raising in that
delightful way it does when a man is just a little
uncomfortable, and the body tries to compensate.

When we went into the rooms I had converted into my
private gym the position was worse, as I deliberately
keep that five degrees cooler to allow for the
exercise that is to be done.  But the general "after
gym" complex is kept three degrees above the house
"norm", as then my guests and I will of course be
naked.  In addition to the full sized swimming pool, I
have a large 25-man Jacuzzi, a huge sauna, and a set
of smaller Jacuzzi and spa baths that can accommodate
smaller groups of men in more companionable intimacy.
As I mentioned, the whole area had recently been
extensively (and expensively!) remodelled, and it
glows with concealed lights, shimmers with stainless
steel, and has that sleek, modern minimalist look that
only shot-blasted glass screens, natural maple, and
high-priced designers can achieve.

"Right, slave", I said to him.  "This is your new
home.  My private sports complex here is not much used
as only a few of my most senior aides have free access
to it, and they are usually too busy working.  I
myself occasionally exercise in it, but mostly I no
longer do.  However you will use it - every day, for
long periods - to maintain and perfect that body of
yours. Your duties are also to keep the place clean,
and I never want to see any evidence of occupation
when I arrive:  no splashes, no finger marks, no wet
towels, nothing:  all is to be kept new and perfect."

"I do however usually take a relaxing Jacuzzi, and
possibly a sauna if I am extremely tired, when I get
home from the office.  You will of course accompany me
in these activities."

"And that's all you do.  You do not leave this part of
my house without my express permission.  There should
be no slaves coming here, but if there are they will
be doing specific tasks, and you will not engage them
in conversation."

"I occasionally entertain my friends here, if we are
holding a party and feel like relaxing in the middle
of it. I do not need to tell you that you will treat
such men with the same respect and duty you give me.
Your function is to please their eyes, and to render
any services they might require - I would expect that,
aroused by the sight of your body, they will of course
want to fuck you.  That is all.  I cannot believe that
there will be any questions, as I have explained your
role comprehensively.  However, you may speak."

"Master.... Will.... Will you fuck me again?"

"Quite probably, slave.  If my friends are doing it,
they will quite naturally expect me to enjoy you, too.
 However it is unlikely that I will want to fuck you
at other times, as I have trained bed slaves for that
and I prefer to do it in the comfort of my own bed
chamber.  Just because I have favoured your ass with
my cock during training, you should not expect that to
continue now you are properly performing your duties.
I will of course generally fondle you in the Jacuzzi,
and I expect you to show my body that same respect."

Actually, that's the prime reason for having the slave
there - I like a hard, strong body next to me when I'm
allowing the water in the Jacuzzi to wash away the
day's cares.  And I like to feel that body, and play
with it - not fucking it or anything, just rubbing my
hands over it and feeling the planes of the muscles,
the jerking of the cock, and so on.  You don't make
the slave cum or anything (it leaves an ugly grey scum
on the water surface, and clogs the filters) - just
handle him generally, to enjoy the sensation of hard
man flesh in your hands.

That reminds me of one of the trips I made to the USA
where I had to stay in a hotel.  Noticing that there
was a health club and Jacuzzi, I went down there to
relax after a hard day of meetings.  I thought the
other men looked rather amazed as I strode across the
tiles into the Jacuzzi naked, as I had not then
understood that it was the custom of the country to
wear swimming trunks in one - and not even exciting,
tantalising briefs that display a man's cock to its
best advantage, but big voluminous swimming shorts!
Why on earth these men feel the need to get dressed to
go into a bath with other men I still don't understand
- it wasn't as if they were particularly repulsive, as
most of them at that terribly expensive hotel were
middle aged executives who kept themselves in shape -
none of the fat blobs you see disfiguring the
sidewalks of many of your cities! As you do, I put my
arm companionably across the shoulders of the guy
sitting on my left, and reached down to feel the cock
of the guy sitting on my right.  I thought there was
going to be a riot or something - there really was no
need to make quite such a fuss about my innocent
gestures. After all, why on earth did those guys go
into the Jacuzzi if they didn't want to look at other
men, and be able to feel their bodies as a possible
preparation for sex later?

That's rather beside the point, of course. At home I
arrange things better, and all my friends and
acquaintances bathe with me naked.  Most nights I am
alone however, and so I was going to have the marine
as the object to fondle and stroke.  Even though he
had been outrageously expensive to purchase, and had
taken a lot of my personal time to "break" (if you
consider how much money I could have made by devoting
that time to my business, the costs are absolutely
astronomic!), I felt that using him in this way was an
excellent investment:  he was pleasing to the eye, and
his body was really good to touch.  A man deserves a
little pleasure after a hard day at the office, after
all.

You may wonder why, having gone to all this trouble to
break the marine, I did not revel in his new
subservience and fuck him every night, at least for a
short period.  I suppose for me it's achieving the
objective that's important -  I decided to break him
and train him, and that provided a constant thrill and
excitement for me, something I could think about and
plan for as I sat through my interminable meetings.
Getting him to strip, then to suck me, then to be
fucked, were all challenges on the route, and I
revelled in achieving every one of these planned
milestones.  But once it was  over, once the project
was complete and the marine had accepted his fate,
where then was the interest?  Of course he had a good
body, but then so do hundreds of the slaves with whom
I surround myself.  That in itself was not sufficient
to hold my interest.

I had done what I set out to do, and taken a brash,
brave marine who was vehemently "straight" and tuned
him into a plaything - a fuck toy, and a decorated
fuck toy at that.  No one seeing him now, rings
gleaming and his cock thrust out begging to be
fondled, could doubt that I had succeeded
magnificently when other slave trainers had failed.
Even my own father had never been known to be able to
achieve such an astonishing transformation in the
general outlook and behaviour of a slave.  I could
tell my friends about it, take them and let them play
with the slave in the bath, or fuck him any way they
chose, and my fame as a "doer of the impossible" would
spread.

The truth is, actually, that I also had a new
challenge!  Just as my interest in the marine was
falling, so I had started to train the father and son
I had bought on the West Coast.  This was really
exciting - although they were not trained fighters so
there was less physical risk than with the marine,
intellectually it was much more difficult to devise a
plan to bend them to my purpose.  I wanted both of
them to become completely trained fuck slaves for me
and my friends, and to be able to be used as special
after dinner entertainments when they had to fuck each
other.  I could probably break both of them into
fucking fairly easily, but when they fucked each other
I wanted to retain a feeling that what they were doing
was unusual and original - whilst I could tell the
audience it was a father fucking his son, or a son
fucking his father, I wanted the audience also to be
able to read that in the "body language" being used.
That was the challenge!

At the same time, I had been receiving reports from
the Lieutenant on the progress he was making in
recruiting my private army.  I saw from the data he
sent in that he had been scurrying hither and thither
around the world, and that recruits had "signed up"
and were waiting to fly to our country.  I needed to
take action to make sure all was prepared, and
although most of the detailed implementation would be
overseen by my subordinates, it was of course me who
had to construct the master plan and make the
important decisions.

You may think that this was relatively unimportant,
but remember why I was recruiting a private army - it
was my intention to seize power.  Had any word of my
plans got to the Palace, or, even worse, to the King's
slothful sons, I would have found myself enslaved (And
I can't believe I would have been found a comfortable
post as a bed slave - it would have been the mines for
me!).  Therefore these plans were taking a substantial
proportion of my time, and I needed to ensure that all
involved behaved with the utmost discretion.

End Of Part 11